Heather Wise

New York City

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)

Lyrics

Comin' in from the airport Lookin' at the cityscape I know what I’m here for And I can hardly wait To be back in the city That I call my own New York City Lying in the grass in Central Park On a Sunday afternoon Listenin' to the dogs bark Just want to be here with you Here in the city That I call my own New York City New York City You have a way No other city is quite the same I love you We’ll never part

New York City You’re my home Love you city I’ll never roam I love you With all my heart New York Sailing on the Hudson Roundin’ Lady Liberty Nothin’ like the view of freedom Lookin’ back at the city Lookin’ back at the city That I call my own New York City

Story

“There are roughly three New Yorks.  There is, first, the New York of the man or woman that was born there, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size, its turbulence as natural and inevitable.  Second, there is the New York of the commuter—the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night.  Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something.  Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness, natives give it solidity and continuity, but the settlers give it passion.”

—E. B. White, “Here is New York”

Thanks to SL and JS because they conspired to make the cool 3-beat bar part of the song.  And to JS whose reference to Joni Mitchell helped the recording find its final form.  Recorded live.

Credits

Heather Wise, lead vocal and acoustic guitar
Steve Lewis, electric guitar
Jordan Scannella, electric bass

Recorded/Mixed at Dreamland Studios, West Hurley, NY by Matthew Cullen
Mastered at Avatar Studios, NYC by Fred Kevorkian